Chapter Twenty-Five
Max
Jude stiffened next to me, and I wondered if something was off.
“Is everything okay?” I whispered in his ear, resisting the urge to kiss the tender skin underneath it.
“Oh, sure. I’m, uh, enjoying the music.” He whispered back, and I laid my arm over Jude’s shoulder. This was so different from what I was used to. I’d never really dated anyone before, and by this point in the evening we would’ve had our clothes off already. Hell, we’d never have gone on an actual date, unless you counted a gay bar as a date. Usually it was where I’d meet the trick to make sure he wasn’t a psycho, and to drink enough booze to relax. Maybe if I’d spent enough time actually getting to know someone better I’d be comfortable enough to make love, instead of just getting off.
“Gracias.
